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Date: Wed, 05 Apr 1995 16:32:18 -0300
From: Charlie Berube 
Subject: Coat
To: Greg Vaughn 
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         COAT OF MANY COLOURS by Dolly Parton

     Back through the years I go wondering once again

     Back to the seasons of my/ youth

     I re/call a box of rags that someone gave us

     And how my mamma put these rags to/ use

     There were/ rags of many colours,and every piece was small

     And I didn't have a coat and it was/ way down in the fall

             D                                G7
     Mamma/ sewed the rags together,sewing/ ever piece with love

                   D                          A
     She made my/ coat of many colours,that/ I was so proud of

     As she sewed she told the story from the bible she had read

     About a coat of many colours Joseph/ wore and they she said

           D                                   G7
     Per/haps this coat will bring you ,much/ love and happiness

     And I just could/n't wait to wear it

                 A                    D
     And mamma/ blessed it with a kiss

          G7                         D
     My. coat of many colours that/ mamma made for me

      G7                   D                 A
     Made only rags,but I/ wore it so proud/ly

           D                         G7
     Al/though we had no money.oh I/ was rich as I could be

             D                        A                D
     In my/ coat of many colours,my/ mamma made for me


     So with patches on my breaches and holes in both my shoes

     In my coat of many colours,I/ hurried off to school

               E                                 A
     Just to/ find the others laughing and mak/in' fun of me

            E                         B7             E
     In my/ coat of many colours,my/ mamma made for/ me

     Oh,I couldn't understand it,for I felt I was rich

     And I told them of the love my mamma/ sewed in ever stitch

             E                               A
     And I/ told them all the story ,mamma/ told me while she

     And how my/ coat of many colours

     is worth/ more than all of their clothes

            A                            E
     They/ didn't under stand it and I/ tried to make them see

           A                      E                    B7
     That/ one is only poor only/ if they choose to be/

            E                                 A
     Now I/ know we have no money,but I'm as/ rich as I could be

             E                        B7                E
     In my/ coat of many colours, my/ mamma made for me

       A                    E
     Yeah just for me.....


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